Ian is finally entering the season of life that involves losing teeth. He has his first wiggly tooth, and it is VERY wiggly. I think if he eats an apple that tooth will come right out. At first he was a little nervous about the prospect of losing a tooth (thinking it will be painful), but I told him if he waits until it's really wiggly it won't hurt when it comes up. I also reminded him that we give them $5 for the first tooth ($1
for all the other teeth), and the notion of getting $5 was very motivating for him. Nadia also has a loose tooth. She lost 2 teeth when she was 5, 4 teeth when she was 6, and has lost one so far at the age of 7. I think she'll lose it before she turns 8. Oliver wanted to get in on the action and tried to wiggle his teeth, but of course at 3 years old he will have to wait a couple of years.
for all the other teeth), and the notion of getting $5 was very motivating for him. Nadia also has a loose tooth. She lost 2 teeth when she was 5, 4 teeth when she was 6, and has lost one so far at the age of 7. I think she'll lose it before she turns 8. Oliver wanted to get in on the action and tried to wiggle his teeth, but of course at 3 years old he will have to wait a couple of years.
When Oliver doesn't take a nap, he typically wakes up earlier than usual. Since he took a nap yesterday I thought he might get up later today, but I wasn't expecting him to sleep until 8:30! Wow! I knew he wouldn't nap today, but I tried to work with him on the concept of a quiet time in his room (he has books and stuffed animals in his room to keep him occupied). Today was the grand finale of Nadia and Ian's ten week ice skating class. All five of us skated (for free) and enjoyed a pizza party. The ice skating program provides the pizza and the parents bring the desserts, chips, drinks, fruit, veggies, jello, etc. On the way home Oliver fell asleep in the van. I guess the ice skating pooped
him out. Yesterday when he fell asleep in the afternoon in the van on the way home from the Children's Museum I let him continue to sleep in the van in the garage. I opened the doors of the vehicle, closed the garage door, and left the door between the garage and kitchen open so I could hear him when he woke up because he doesn't know how to unbuckle his seat belt. Since it was 6:40pm when we got home today, I was not about to let him keep sleeping in the van. He was NOT happy when I woke him up. The season of giving up one's afternoon nap can be a bit bumpy.
him out. Yesterday when he fell asleep in the afternoon in the van on the way home from the Children's Museum I let him continue to sleep in the van in the garage. I opened the doors of the vehicle, closed the garage door, and left the door between the garage and kitchen open so I could hear him when he woke up because he doesn't know how to unbuckle his seat belt. Since it was 6:40pm when we got home today, I was not about to let him keep sleeping in the van. He was NOT happy when I woke him up. The season of giving up one's afternoon nap can be a bit bumpy.
One of my favorite musicals is "Fiddler on the Roof, " and I was thinking today of the song "Sunrise, Sunset." In particular I was thinking of the chorus - "Sunrise, sunset,
Swiftly fly the years,
One season following another,
Laiden with happiness and tears." It's truly hard for me to believe that Nadia will be turning 8 years old in 3 months. It doesn't seem possible that many years have passed already.
There have certainly been many twists and turns in Paul's life in terms of jobs he's held and schooling. As I look back, I realize I probably shouldn't have been so shell shocked in August when he told me he was abandoning the field of chemistry in favor of the job he had told me for 18.5 years he never wanted to have. When we met in 1997 he had recently just come back to work for his dad. Prior to that he had been a painter and a welder in New Mexico, and prior to that he had a few different jobs in PA (including working for his dad). I was surprised when he told me he was going to Penn State to earn his BS. Since I knew he didn't want to own the family business, I thought it was wise for him to go to school so I supported his decision although I knew it would mean we would have to wait to get married. We dated for 4.5 years because he lived near PSU (a couple of hours from where I lived), which is longer than usual to date considering we were in our mid to late 20's when we met. I had wished he would have picked a closer college (which would have meant cheaper tuition and cheaper room/board and also we could have gotten married sooner). Years later (after he took a couple of classes at Kutztown and Bloomsburg), he told me he wished he had followed my advice because he liked taking classes better at those schools than PSU (and also realized he would have brought less debt into our marriage). I assumed though that if he was going to school for 4 years that when he graduated he would look for a job that used his new degree in mathematics, so I was surprised that he opted to work for his dad again, but I was the primary breadwinner and we didn't have kids, so his decision didn't really effect me. I was surprised again a few years later when he wanted to get a master's degree in chemistry, but I eventually came around although I didn't think he would enjoy teaching (and he has also mentioned recently that he remembers me saying that). Then it went from a master's to a doctorate, and this was harder for me to accept because I was pregnant with Nadia when he was applying for doctoral programs, and I had planned to be a SAHM. But he assured me he would be able to get an even better job and make more money for the family if he got his PhD so I finally came around and supported that decision and continued to work outside the home - went back when Nadia was 8 weeks old.
It basically has felt like I've been on a boomerang with him bouncing back and forth between working for his dad and going to school and back to working for his dad and back to school, etc. In the last 19 years he was a FT student for 10.5 of those years (also was a PT student some of the time he was working for his dad), worked for his dad for 5.5 of those years, and has been teaching chemistry for almost 3 years. Two years ago he toyed with giving up the field of chemistry (after having been in it for less than a year). He declined three interview invitations (two were for tenure track positions) two years ago, so I guess in hind sight I should have "seen this coming," but I didn't. I was totally and completely shell shocked in August. I can't think of any time in my life when I was more shell shocked than I was that night.
I made so many decisions over the past 3.5 years on the assumption that he was going to stay in the field of chemistry and in a few years make the same salary I had been making at Bloomsburg when I resigned. I feel so much regret over the fact that I resigned from my job. If I had known this was the path he was going to take, I never would have quit my job, but I can't have my job back now. I also wish that when he asked me 2 years ago to trade places with him (he be the SAHD and I be a professor again) that I had agreed because I find that option more appealing than the current plan. He held that position (of wanting to trade places) for about 18 months, but he also changed his view on that in August and is no longer interested in that option. I can't change the past, so I can only try to learn from it. For one thing, I am trying now to realize that Paul might continue to make career changes in the future as he has his whole adult life. He's never stayed in one job for very long. I'm sure he won't be going back to school though. Hopefully this realization will make it easier for me to accept the next time he wants to switch gears. The only other job he's mentioned he might pursue is driving a garbage truck so maybe that will be his next choice. Who knows. I also have come to the understanding that he makes unilateral decisions. I need to accept the fact that my opinions don't carry any weight with him. Maybe it will be easier to accept future decisions he makes if I realize from the outset I don't have any say in the matter.I really want to come to terms with this major transition, and I also don't want to get this upset again if something like this happens again in the future. It's been really hard on me emotionally. I realize there are much bigger needs out there (such as my mother's cancer), but if you are a praying person, I would still covet your prayers that I can bounce back emotionally and adjust to this new season of life we will be entering in 2 months. It still just makes me want to cry. Some of his decisions I have really liked. For example, he was the one who had the idea to homeschool. I love it! He was the one who wanted to do IVF. Boy was he right and boy was I wrong to pursue adoption instead at first. Hopefully in time I will think this decision was the right one albeit it's really hard for me to picture that right now.




















